Reining In Trouble. Tyler Anne Snell

bottoms on but thought it ungentlemanly to find out. Though he wasn’t above admitting that, even from his limited view, there was an attractive curve to the woman. It brought out a feeling of curiosity that mingled with a more intimate excitement, but he wasn’t about to search out that feeling. Not when the woman had no idea she was being watched.

      Caleb started to backtrack but whatever cool he’d had on the trail had been lost due to the new scenery. He missed his step and grunted as he tried to catch himself from falling. A splash of water was followed quickly by a gasp. Caleb’s palm bit into the smaller rocks on the shore. He managed to get his balance from them and went back to standing tall.

      Now he was the one with an audience.

      The woman had sunk down so far that the water was only an inch below her face. If that very same face hadn’t been scowling at him, as red as a cherry, Caleb might have taken an extra beat to appreciate the beauty of her sharp features, dimpled cheeks and dark brown eyes. As it was, he barely had the time to defend himself.

      And even that he did poorly.

      “Before you get any ideas,” he called, raising his hands in surrender. “I was on a run. I didn’t know anyone would be here.”

      The woman, who he placed around late twenties, stayed red hot. Even her words had heat to them.

      “Heck of a place for a run,” she yelled, motioning with one hand around them. The other he assumed was fastened across her chest.

      Her implication that he was lying transferred some of that heat to Caleb. He crossed his own arms over his chest.

      “I was running on the trail but decided to come and cool off,” he defended himself. “This is the deepest part of the stream.”

      “How convenient,” she replied with bite. Her eyes skirted to a log that had been on its side for the better part of two years a few feet away from him. Caleb saw a pile of clothes and a pair of tennis shoes on top of it. “Could you please look away now? Or does that take away part of your fun?”

      Caleb rolled his eyes, once again not liking the insinuation that he had been lying about his intentions, and made a show of turning all the way around.

      “Just so you know, I’ve been coming to this stream for almost two decades. In all of that time I’ve never run into another soul.”

      The woman’s feet slapped against the rocks behind him as she ran for her clothes. When she spoke he could tell she was struggling into them as fast as she could go.

      “I was out checking the trail, if you must know. I was also specifically told that no one is supposed to be out here for another week,” she tried. “Especially not walking the woods.”

      That got the detective side of Caleb prickling. The only people who’d been given rules on the ranch were employees and he sure didn’t remember meeting her. And, he was fairly certain he would have remembered.

      “And who told you that?”

      “The owners. I work here,” she said with pride. “So I suggest you get on your way before I report you to them.”

      Caleb snorted.

      “I wouldn’t be so smug about it,” she added. “One of them happens to be the sheriff. I don’t think he’d look too kindly on Peeping Toms and liars.”

      “You’re right, Declan doesn’t like liars,” he said, feeling that heat again. He’d never been accused of such a crude thing. The only women he’d been interested in seeing naked he’d let them know, not stalked them off to the side. “He doesn’t care for trespassers, either. The ranch might be open but it’s private property.”

      He chanced turning around. The woman was fully dressed in an outfit that gave credence to her claim of exercising. Her eyes drifted down to his shorts before they were back staring defiantly at him.

      The resolve she’d been swinging cracked with uncertainty. Still, she held her shoulders back and her chin high. She actually huffed.

      “I’m not trespassing. I’m coordinator for the Wild Iris Retreat. I just started last week.”

      A snatch of conversation flitted through Caleb’s memory. His mom had been asking Madeline if she would be willing to show the new girl around town a few weeks back. That had been at the height of the Keaton case. He’d barely been around the Retreat since he’d finished the job. While they all had a stake in the Retreat, his mother was the one who ran the technical details, including the hiring. Though he still was hard-pressed to believe the woman scowling at him. All of the Nash family had agreed they wanted to hire locally. It was hard to pass on a genuine experience if the Retreat was being run by an outsider.

      He ran a hand across the back of his neck. It was covered in sweat. The water sure would have felt good but he doubted the woman would stand for him stripping, too, and walking into it. He settled for leveling with her.

      “I don’t remember the job being open for anyone who wasn’t local,” he said honestly.

      A flicker of emotion he couldn’t decipher crossed her expression. Her scowl deepened.

      “Dorothy said I gave one hell of an interview,” she shot back.

      For a moment they just looked at each other. This time it was Caleb’s certainty that wavered. He believed the woman was telling the truth.

      “Well I never like to doubt my mother’s decisions.”

      The woman’s face pinballed between surprise, disbelief, embarrassment and stubbornness. Somehow she fell between all of them when she spoke.

      “You’re one of the triplets.”

      “In the flesh.”

      * * *

      NINA DRAKE FELT like a damned idiot.

      She’d spent the last two weeks practicing what she’d say when she met the family whose ranch she was now employed by, desperate to make a great first impression. Not that she thought she’d make a bad one without the practice but because she desperately wanted the job. She needed it. So she’d gone over enough scenarios in her head about how she’d meet Dorothy Nash and her four children that by the time Nina had met the mother she’d been cool and confident.

      Dorothy had smiled with her, laughed at Nina’s attempt at humor and even praised her work ethic.

      Preparation had been key.

      Meeting one of her sons while taking a topless dip and then immediately accusing him of being a creep?

      That certainly wasn’t the key to anything other than a world of embarrassment.

      “I’m Caleb Nash,” he continued while she continued to scramble for the right thing to say to make the last five minutes disappear. He was still grinning, which only made everything worse. “I’d prefer Caleb and not Tom, if you please.”

      The burn of embarrassment that had crawled up her neck was now a steady flame across her cheeks. Still, Nina couldn’t just stand there any longer without saying a word. On reflex she cleared her throat and pasted on a smile that felt tight.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, hoping she sounded at least marginally regretful. She still wasn’t convinced the man hadn’t been trying to enjoy the free view. Nina might have liked Dorothy but she had yet to meet her sons. One, she knew, was the sheriff. The other two were a part of the triplets. Past that she hadn’t heard anything about their jobs or personal lives. Dorothy had kept close to the topic of work. “I guess it wasn’t the best idea to go exploring. I thought for sure I would be alone.” She strode forward and stretched out her hand. “I’m Nina. Nina Drake.”

      Caleb’s grip was strong and warm. Not that she expected the man in front of her to offer anything less. His arms and legs were toned and muscled, both threatening to break out of the tight shirt he wore and the shorts he barely had on. Even without the show of muscles he just seemed like